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After our week of screenings in Puranchaur and Hansapur, I took our university teams up to Kaskikot. We didn’t arrive in until late on Sunday night, after visiting our Bharat Pokhari clinic during the day. Everybody stayed in the hotel behind the house, but most people came down to hang with me and Aamaa and Hadjur Aamaa for a while. We had tea, chilled in the kitchen, and of course I put some Henna on Neha and Justin.

The next morning, we said bye to Karen and the Berkeley/UCSF crew. It’s been so special hosting these guys, and we’ve all learned so much from them. First of all, we had an immersion week in the science of oral health and nutrition, and also in research and evaluation. But it was also so invigorating for our field teams to get to work with Dr. Karen, Dr. Madhurima, and the students they brought, and I can’t wait to see all of these guys later this spring out in California!

Keri and Bethy are sticking around for another week, which began with a trip to Sarangkot to screen past patients and do a clinic audit, which I’ll write about in another post. We came back to Kaskikot on Monday night so that after this marathon week, we’d have the next day to just hang out. In the evening, we lay around in bed exchanging songs with Hadjur Aamaa. She wanted to see some dancing, and Keri turns out to have an amazing workout mix on her laptop, so that kept Hadjur Aamaa solidly entertained for quite a while. In exchange, she allowed us to teach her some lyrics from “Holla Back.” This is Hadjur Aamaa learning to declare, “It’s my shit.” (Video credit: Keri.)

First thing in the morning, I put Bethy and Keri to work churning milk, while Aamaa bustled back and forth past us over and over again, saying we were going to ruin it, which was a possibility, and I replied that everything was going to work out just fine, the foreigner way. Which basically gave Keri and Bethy the full experience of my life.

Next, of course, I commandeered the dentists carry to water in baskets, which was well worth it just for this fantastic piece of documentation.

What? We needed a lot of water.

We hiked up to the Kalika temple and had a photo shoot. I’m not even gonna explain how this happened…Bethy was in the New Zealand military and has superpowers. I just had a good photographer named Keri.

We came home and spent a couple hours in the yard with Aamaa and Hadjur Aamaa shucking corn. TBT to the time my family came to visit in 2004, and we shucked corn in the yard:

Tomorrow we’re on to a school seminar in Rupakot, and then Salyan for another clinic audit. But this was a pretty swell stop, in my unbiased opinion.

A flat rock about the size of a medium pizza, I figured, would work nicely. I arrived at Sada Shiva half an hour early carrying my stone.

Last week, we installed a water hose that is propped up on a stick where the schoolyard drops off and slopes downhill. It’s a great setup, except that in order to use the waterspout, you have to stand on the hill, which is gradually eroding under the constant stream of water splashing out of the pipe. I had decided to improve things by wedging a rock into the hill, so that at least one small pair of feet could find purchase on the muddy slope.

Setting my bag down outside class three, I climbed over the edge of the yard and scooted down to where I could crouch below the water spout. Using another rock, I began chipping away at the hill. It was peaceful in the deserted yard.

“MISS!”

I looked up to see Sunil and Hari looking down at me.

“ARE YOU BUILDING A WATER TAP?” They always talk in capital letters.

“Yes,” I said, although it seemed generous of the boys to elevate my stone to a “tap.” Without further discussion, Sunil and Hari disappeared. I began chipping again.

“MISS!!”

Overhead, Sunil and Hari were leaning over the edge of the yard, holding two wide, flat rocks.

“MISS!!!” Krishna came galloping up behind them with a third rock.

I looked down at the small stone I was using to whittle away an indent in the hill. Things were not going according to plan. When I looked up all three boys had left their three stones and gone off again.

“MISS!!!!” Madu and Ganga arrived. More rocks.

Five minutes later, students were coming out of the woods, like elves, by the dozens. Their stones piled up at the edge of the yard. I was impeached, moved aside, and replaced by Ganga and Madu, who began wedging the stones into the hillside where I had been standing. Rita-Madam arrived and squatted at the top of the slope, looking down at us. Her ponytail rolled around to the front of her shoulder.

“Thik, thik,” she murmured.Good, good.

More rocks marched out of the woods. Ganga and Madu shouted up to Hari, who passed them down. It was not eight minutes before the students had built a neat ledge where the water splatted onto a flat rock, sending up fine celebratory drops that leapt into the grass. Just to show off, they’d created a few steps leading down to the tap from the yard. There were still five minutes to spare before morning line.

That, I thought, is what I meant.

“Thik, thik,” Rita Madam said.

We climbed back up to the yard and they scrambled into place for morning exercises. Govinda arrived and initiated the daily yard routine. I went into the office, where everybody had taken up their normal posts: by the table, with the comic book, quietly off to the side. Rita Madam rang the bell, and the day began.